The Hour is a prestigious Tv show on BBC2 about the birth of Modern Britain as seen through the eyes of a young team working on a groundbreaking news show on- the BBC. Its set in the Fifties and stars the very brilliant Ben Wishaw and Romola Garai alongside Dominic West with whom I worked a few years ago when he came in to take over from Rufus Sewell in Rock n Roll, a play by Tom Stoppard about Czechoslovakia which we were doing in the West End. Anyhow, they are selling The Hour as a British version of Mad Men, which it isn’t- its slightly better in some ways on a tiny proportion of their budget, mainly due to Abi Morgan’s scripts- and they have asked me to be in it for some reason.
So as The Borgias starts to wind down, The Hour starts to wind up. And if you think Ascanio Sforza is dark, wait til you meet this guy…..
Well, here we all are. Its the beginning of blogging so theres no point in wiring some wordy manifesto or long apologia a la beginning of Tristram shandy, although I suspect that elliptical style will take some time to unravel. But I’ve decided I’m just going to jump in and see what happens….
We have three weeks to go on The Borgias 2 and its always the really fun bit; the story lines are coming to a head and we have been in each others pockets for almost 6 months so the boundaries between art and life become blurred. There is some cracking work going on though in all departments; Paul’s visuals get ever richer, david Leland’s vision is clear and brilliant, we are all so in our parts that we don’t really have to act anymore and the guests are all superb. Steven Berkoff came in and gave a master class not only in acting but in professionalism, dripping in grease and with only a thin layer of clothing in -5 outside on the backlot. Its an honour and a privilege to work on this show; I’m gonna miss it here….